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 Marko Sijan

 

Ottava Rima

for M.L.R.

 

Though my quiet half is so unlike me
And grateful for the possibility
Of flashing you his striped and numbered heart
Perched in its dark cage (not the part
Of me open like scissors), still he clips
The words till now unrisked for fear
Of waking up his latent ear
That dreams of naked whispers from your lips.

 


—unpublished